PHONESEX JOURNALS – SET LIKE A WILD FIRE!
Phonesex. They say, that once you start a fire, it never goes out. Sort of like when you cookout on the old-fashioned grill. The coals turn white after hours of burning, then turn to a powdery white, indicating the fire is almost out. Right? WRONG! Try digging your fingers down into that “almost out” fire and you’ll find the fire is hotter than ever before…Hence, the longer the burn…the more permanent the scar! My personal fire began what seems like centuries ago. But, in reality, I am but 30 years of age…My how time flies! From those first days sitting on Uncle Arnau’s office rug in front of the roaring fire, playing with my dollies…Hmmmm. Maybe that’s my fixation with FIRE…? WelCUM to my Phonesex Journals…this one will set you…
ON FIRE! LOL
Once Uncle Arnau had me well acquainted with the ins and outs (giggle) of sex…we proceeded to phone-sex. Phone-sex, he’d explained was our way of staying “connected” to one another, while we were physically apart. Phone-sex, became my link to my secret and forbidden, lover. Our Age-play phone-sex was the hottest thing I’d never-before experienced. I thought that “playing” with Arnie in person was eXXXplosive…Oh, hell! On the phone…he was even MORE SO!
I remember the rush when he handed me the gift wrapped box with the giant fucsia bow.
He followed by bending at the waist for a quick whisper in my ear, “No one can know of our secret communications. Is that clear, my Josette?”
I nodded with a now knowing smile. My eyes glowed when I looked at him and I knew he felt it too. His hand slid down my tiny back, landing on my bottom with a pat, pat…squeeeeeeze. He moaned audibly and I moistened.
I memorized the number and gave my uncle the box. He let me save the beautiful bows as a memory. I tucked my new acquisition into the top band of my panties and skipped back to Daddy’s offices. I smile at my father and he smiled back; CUMpletely innocent of the misdeeds being performed right under his nose. Even by 9, I felt a sense of remorse in keeping secrets from the best Dad in the world, but…at what expense? Should I let Uncle Arnau and his long, thick cock and fingers go? Never! The FLAME…had been lit.
The first call was at 3AM. My entire family slept in our old, stone farmhouse, far into the countryside of Bourguignon, France. No one stirred at the lilting chirp under my covers. My brain was at the ready…It turned out, my pussy was too. Haha. I fumbled to get my little hands out of my wet panties and fumbled more to get the damned phone to stop that incessant chirping. Why the fuck had he picked that as the ringtone?
I managed a meek, “Hellloooo”.
“Are you touching your pussy, my little Josette Marie?” He crooned into the other end.
“I….” was all I could manage. I blushed, though it wasn’t discernible to him…Thank, GOD!
“Do not lie to Uncle Arnau, cheri.” He whispered as if directly into my ears.
“Okay. I am. Should I stop…Baby?” I’d never called him that before…and I heard the intake of his breath. I had rendered him…speechless. Giggle
Finaly…”No, cheri…Continue…and tell your uncle everything you are thinking and feeling…”
This time, it was I who held my breath.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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